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I’ve always believed that children have a sixth sense. I think everyone has a sixth sense really, but children haven’t had the opportunity to have the intuition drilled out of them by our culture. So when Connor tells me something that sounds strange but is possible, I always believe him. A while back he looked at me and said in all seriousness, “Grammie is sad right now. Grammie is crying. Stop crying Grammie!” So I called my Mother. Turns out she was just fine, but it’s still hard not to believe him. Just in case.

The other day when I had laid down with Tristan for a nap, Connor woke up from his nap and proclaimed to Jorma, “Mommy is all gone. Mommy was with the monsters in the corner.” Jorma was afraid that I had one of my famous fainting spells and my heart had stopped while I was sleeping. He didn’t go in and check on me though. I guess he figured, since Tristan was in the bed with me, if I was dead, there was nothing he could do about it now and if he woke me up, he’d have to wake Tristan up too. We don’t wake Tristan up because the only thing that is worse than a grumpy two year old is a grumpy 7 month old. At least you can bribe the two year old with M&M’s and Diego, but the baby… not so much.

So yesterday morning, when Connor announced, “PaPaw is in a fire. We have to help him, Mommy. PaPaw can’t see. He can’t see, Mommy, he’s in the fire” I fought the urge to call Dad at 7:30 in the morning just to make sure that his house wasn’t burning down. I did call him at 9am and of course he was just fine, although maybe a little bit surprised that I would call over something so silly. But the thing that freaked me out the most about it is that I didn’t even know that Connor knew what fire was. I’ve never heard him say that word. We talked about how fire trucks put out fires, but he’s only seen fire one time. And that was at a birthday party about 6 months ago.

I’ll still keep checking on everyone when Connor comes up with these types of things, because I don’t want the one time that he’s right about something, to be the one time that Mommy didn’t believe him. If I could insert wav files into the blog, I’d add the ExFiles theme here. But since I can’t you’ll just have to hum it to yourself.